Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-01-24

of the Almighty" Christ tells US that
chickens find not warmer plsce under
the wing of the hen than We in Him. He
is q safe home; our fortunes may 60 down
ten degrees below zero, the SHOWS OF
trouble may fall, the wind of persecution
may howl, the jsckals of death may stalk
| forth-sll is we'll, for "great peace have
| they who trust in God" From this home
we shall never be driven out. The sheriff
may sell US out of our earthly house, or
the fires may burn it down, or the winds
carry it away, but that home shall always
be ours.
Men talk as though starting for God
were putting out on q trackless moor, or
wandering through the sands of great
Sahara. No, no; it is coming to the
warmest and best of homes, "as doves to
the windows"
Again, these souls to-day gathering for
membership are like doves, because they
come in hocks.
THE BUZZARD, WITH DRIPPING BEAK
futtering up from the carbon, is alone.
You occasionally look up against the
wintry sky and see 8 solitary bird wing
ing past. But doves or pigeons are in
fiocks; by scores and hundreds do they
wings as they pass. So to-day we see a
great flock coming into the kingdom. 1t
is not straggler, trying to catch up with
his regiment; it is solid phalanx, taking
the kingdom. 1t is not drop on your hand
or cheek that leaves you in doubt whetn-
er it rains or not, but the rush of an un-
mistakable shower. 1t is not the raking
up of the gleanlngs, but the tossing up of
the full sheaveS into the mOW-"as doves
to their windows" There are all ages in
this flock. Some of them are young, and
the very first use they make of their
wings is TO fly into the kingdom. Some
of them are old, and their wings have
been torn with shot and rutfled with the
tempest, and they had almost dropped
into the sea. Some of them have been
making a very crooked course. They
dipped their wings in fountains of sin
they wandered near the gulf of perdition;
but they saw their danger-they changed
their course. They have come at last,
'as doves to the windows"
thank God that have lived to see
this day; to my dying hour l shall not
cease to praise Him for this manifesto
ton of His grace. Praise to Him, sun
and moon and stars! Praise Him,
church militant on earth. Praise Him,
church triumphant in heaven! Let the
church beneath raise up its right hand Of
graduation and the church above reach
down its right hand of Joy, and while
the two are clasped let the elders of the
church put to our lips the wine of earthly
celebration, and the cupbesrers Of
heaven bring up out of the vaults of
eternity the Oldest wine, prepared by Him
who trod the wine-press alone, and so
let Two worlds at once keep jubilee!
Who are these who come to US to-day?
Many are young. Until Robert Raikes
came, there was no organized effort for
saving the young.
WE SPENT ALL
OF our strength trying to bend old trees,
when little pressure would have been
sufficient for the sapling. We let men
90 down to the very bottom of sin before
We try to lift them up. 1t is great deal
easier to keep a train on the track than
to get it on when it is off. The ex-
perienced reinsmaD checks the fiery
steed at the first jump, for when he gets
full swing, the swift hoof clicking fire
from the pavement, and the bit between
his teeth, his momentum is irresistible.
1t is said that the young must be above
to SOW their "wild cats" i have
noticed that those who SOW their wild
oats seldom try to raise any other kind OF
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Iwent through the heaviest snow storm
have ever known to see diving gil
Her cheek on the pillow was white as the
snow on the easement. Her large, round
eye had not lost any of it's luster. Loved
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hold her back. Her mother could not
give her up; her father COuldnot give
her up, and one nearer to her than either,
father or mother was frantic with grief
said: "Fanny, how do you feel?' "Oh1'
she SAYS, chap y, happy, Mr.. TslmAge;
tell ell the young folks that religion will
make them happy" As | came out of the
room louder than all the sobs and wall
ings of grief l heard the clear, sweet,
glad voice of the dying elrl: "GoOd
night; we shall meet ain on the other
side of the river" The next Sabbath we
buried her. We brought white flowers
and laid them on the coffin. There WAS
in all that crowded church but one really
HAPPY AND DELIGHTED FACE,
and that was the face of Fanny. o!
wish that to-day my Lord Jesus would go
through this audience and take all these
flowers of youth and garland them on His
brow.
But while a great flock this day comes
to the dove-Cote of mercy, the LARGEST
flock are going the other way. 1t is a
very easy thing to tame doves. Go with
a handful of corn to feed pigeons and
they will fly on your shoulders and your
hands, so tame are they. God has fed
those who are before me with "the finest
of the wheat" and yet you have flown
from Him all your lives long. You hsve
taken your clothes out of His wardrobe,
and your bread out of His hands. Gods
spirit will not always strive. In the
morning, after q severe night, you have
gone out and seen the birds dead on the
snow; so, after while, Gods mercy will
cease, and the earth will be covered with
the bodies Of those who persisted
in the storm. That storm is
coming. 1t will SILVER the mast
of pride-it will drive into
the white reefs of death every cargo of
SIN. The cedars of the mountain will
split in the hurricane, and the islands
shall be moved out of their places, and
the continents shall be rent asunder, and
the hemispheres shall whul like top in
the fury of that day. The mountains
will be blasted and the beasts, in alright,
be pitched from the Gifts in an avail niche
of terror. The dead shall rush forth from